Fitful Night

Fitful Night

A Poem by Charlène Boutin
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This is a prose-poetry work that came to me when thinking back of a fitful night filled with the strangest dreams...

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Tick, tock, tick, tock.
My eyes open wide and I
See nothing at all,
It's so dark and somehow
I've lost the sense of space,
There is no solidity in the
Daze of the night.
The fog once again
Carries me into loss
And my spirit grows wings
To a place that no
Angels may lie,
A place made of nightmares
And dread that crawls
Up in my veins.

There was something I had to do, something so important that it forced me to fall back to sleep, and now that I'm back I must
Hurry, hurry
Hurry because I am truly alone
There is no one here to take my place.

They are chasing us, these things, their dilapidated souls inhabit any object that may happen to lie on their path. We must watch everything from the corner of our eyes less we be taken by surprise and God knows the consequences if we let them catch us,
Is it death,
Or will I just awaken
Again for the hundreth
Time just tonight,
Condemned to dread
What there could have been here.

© 2013 Charlène Boutin


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Charlène Boutin
Charlène Boutin

Montréal and Val-d'Or, Canada



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There's more to this world than we see. Artists are gifted with the vision of this world, and can bring forward these visions to others. The world I see goes beyond my eyes, beyond my own life. I hop.. more..

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